AN: Thank you soooo much to anyone who took the time to read and review my first chapter. Without further ado, here's chapter 2!
"Oh! And the robes - the robes can definitely be improved. They just lack a certain level of fluff that I would expect to come along with a Bass hotel," Blair implored as she took Chuck through her list of comments and critiques about the hotel from her experience so far that she had been saving in the notes app on her phone.
For his part, Chuck relaxed back in his seat at the table, torn between focusing on how damn cute Blair was when she took her job as a critic so seriously and contemplating how the neckline of her dress could be so dangerously close to being indecent while still looking every bit the respectful Upper East Side woman of society she had been raised to be.
"Are you even listening, Basshole? I'm trying to help you and you're busy undressing me with your eyes as if you didn't spend the last 3 hours actually undressing me in our room!" Blair scolded.
Raising his hands in mock surrender, Chuck quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, ok? You just look absolutely ravishing in that dress and the way you bounce in your seat as you animatedly take me through your notes causes a similar bounce in your -"
"Enough! Enough," she sighed before lighting up with a new idea. "How about we get the check and go back to the room to test out just how soft that couch is?"
"That's my girl," he returned endearingly.
Somewhere between the table in the restaurant and arriving back up at the suite, both Chuck and Blair were hit hard with jetlag and decided to take the opportunity to just relax and enjoy each other's company on the couch.
"Are you busy next weekend?" Chuck inquired as he scrolled through his itinerary for the next few weeks on his phone.
"My, my, Bass. Back to back weekends? I'm not sure our plan allows for that," Blair reminded him of the ironclad agreement they had come to before going their separate ways all those years ago. In order to maintain reputations and keep up appearances without raising any significant suspicions about their involvement, Chuck and Blair had laid out what they thought to be an foolproof plan which included limiting their public engagements and secret rendezvouses. It was something they kept so close to the vest that not even Nate and Serena were aware of the agreement's existence.
"C'mon, B. This hardly counts. I think this is more private than public - we're on the other side of the world and no one even knows you were coming here."
With a dramatic huff and an eye roll, Blair relented, "Okay fine. What did you have in mind?"
"Next Friday is the fall fundraiser gala for BI at Cipriani Downtown. Be my date. Pretty please?" Chuck nearly begged, attempting his best effort at puppy dog eyes.
"Give it a break, Chuck. You're not nearly as cute as I am when you pout," she retorted as she turned to her own phone's calendar and thoughtfully tapping her bottom lip. "Hmmm. Let's see. Friday, October 26th… I suppose I could squeeze you in."
She broke out into a wide, playful smile - the one she reserved for their private moments, the one he would always see when he thought of his Blair. Chuck pulled her into his arms and planted a loving kiss to the crown of her head in thanks.
"I really have missed you, you know?" he began. "I know what the agreement says, but sometimes three months just feels like an eternity. I need my Waldorf fix, baby."
Tilting her head to look up at him, she replied, "It's almost our time, Chuck. Just a couple more years. And plus! With Serena and Nate's wedding in December, we'll be seeing an awful lot of each other over the next few months."
"Mmm, not to mention your birthday in November, if I'm lucky enough to snag an invite this year," he looked to Blair teasingly. "Then there's the rehearsal dinner and wedding at the end of December. I suppose I'll just have to take what I can get for now."
"Like a lack of invitation has ever stopped you before!" Blair laughed, thinking back on their childhood. "Nothing too crazy this year. It's only 28 - no big milestone. Perhaps a nice dinner at Per Se with the Non-Judging Breakfast Club would suffice."
"I'll keep my calendar clear that whole week. Just name the date and time and I'll be there. And I'm hoping that perhaps we can preserve another tradition by celebrating the anniversary of your deflowering," Chuck added with a smirk.
"Ugh must you always be so vulgar?!"
Laughing softly, Chuck leaned in for a kiss before scooping Blair up into his arms and heading for bed. Nightly rituals complete and pajamas adorned, Chuck pulled back the comforter to make room for them to both climb in. Like a married couple with a standard routine, Blair turned to her side and Chuck automatically spooned her back, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tight to him. Letting out a contented sign, Blair nestled her head under his and quickly found sleep
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Breathing in the distinctly Blair smell of her hair, Chuck's senses were awakened and he soon realized that Blair was now turned towards him and had managed to completely unbutton his pajama top. Alternating between kissing and lightly biting her way across the expanse of his chest, Blair's hands had successfully untied the drawstring of his pants and worked their way inside to grasp his manhood. Running a thumb reverently over the now seeping head, she elicited a deep groan from Chuck who was pleasantly surprised to realize her hot little mouth was not far behind. He wove his fingers in her hair and closed his eyes again as he threw his head back and let himself be immersed completely in the talents of Blair Waldorf.
Blair thoroughly worked him with her mouth and hands until he was cumming in her mouth, which she greedily accepted.
"Fuck, Blair," Chuck finally managed. "You are truly exquisite."
Beaming with pride, Blair had worked his erection back up and was now impaling herself on his rock hard cock before he could even comprehend what was happening.
"Good morning, Bass."
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Once they finally made it out of bed, Chuck pulled Blair into the jacuzzi to relax before insisting that she join him for a shower.
"So what's on the agenda today?" Blair inquired as she gratefully accepted an espresso from Chuck.
"I thought we'd start with a full tour of the grounds before an afternoon of shopping and finish it off with dinner at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the country."
"I'm amenable to that."
"I was hoping you'd say that. Tomorrow I've booked the hotel's spa for just the two of us the entire day before we head back to reality at night."
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As they hit cruising altitude, Chuck wove his fingers with Blair's and led her to the bedroom in the back.
"Tiffany's or Roman Holiday?"
Pondering her options for a moment, Blair finally responded, "Tiffany's. We're going home, not away."
Laughing to himself at her adorable thoughtfulness, he navigated through the TV's menu and they settled in for the first of what would likely be a minimum of three viewings as they began their long journey back to reality.
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Three rounds of Breakfast at Tiffany and a full night's sleep later, Chuck and Blair were nestled together discussing their plans for Nate and Serena's upcoming nuptials.
"Though she'll never admit it, I know Eleanor is ignoring me because I'm wearing custom Givenchy for the wedding, but how can she honestly expect me to turn that down?!" Blair vented.
"A tiger doesn't change its stripes, beautiful. As long as you are Eleanor Rose's daughter, you'll be expected to be the face of her brand," Chuck replied. "Can you blame her though? Anyone who could have Blair Waldorf as the face of their brand would be crazy not to take advantage of the opportunity!"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Bass. Haven't you learned that by now?"
To seemingly contradict her, Chuck dove in for a kiss that she quickly deepened in return.
"Mmmm," she hummed. "I would just drown in your kisses all day if I could."
Choosing to not to voice his opinion on the matter, Chuck continued to rain kisses down her beloved neck and across her delicate clavicle. Occasionally stopping to nip and lightly suck at her most sensitive spots. However, his mind was screaming you COULD drown in my kisses if you just gave up on this plan!
Truth be told, while Chuck had been in complete agreement with Blair when she proposed their split all those years ago, he wasn't exactly on the same page as her any longer. In Chuck's eyes, they had both worked so hard and truly reached success in their own rights. It seemed silly to continue delaying the gratification that is being together totally and completely. Unfortunately the Waldorf stubbornness ran deep and so Chuck had accepted that he would just have to continue waiting and loving her in the shadows until it was finally their time.
Just as he began sliding his hand up Blair's shirt, a knock sounded at the door and halted both their ministrations.
"Mr. Bass?" the nervous flight attendant's voice followed.
"Yes?"
"The pilot says we're approaching a patch of turbulence and recommends you and Ms. Waldorf return to your seats for the time being."
Sighing at the news, Chuck finally replied, "Very well then. We'll be out momentarily. Can you prepare some light refreshments for us in the meantime?"
"Of course, Mr. Bass. Right away."
With that, Chuck and Blair began to right both of their outfits before emerging out into the main cabin and taking their seats side by side. Though she would never admit it to anyone, Blair was pretty terrified of flying. She had learned to push down her fears over the years for the sake of business and travel with the help of a pre-flight Klonopin, but the promise of turbulence still managed to rattle her and Chuck was wholly aware of this. As soon as they were situated, he reached over and intertwined their fingers, giving her hand a light squeeze as a show of his support.
As they hit the turbulence, Blair took a shaky breath, closed her eyes and laid her head back against the headrest.
Chuck leaned over to help coach her through it. "This is completely normal, sweetheart. We always hit at least a little turbulence and it's always completely fine in the end. Try some breathing exercises. Squeeze my hand and inhale for 5 seconds, then exhale for 5 seconds. Yes, just like that. See? Ok now 4 seconds in and out."
As she worked her way down to one second, the turbulence passed and she felt herself relax again. Leaning her head on his shoulder, a single tear fell from her eye in relief.
Chuck reached down to cup her chin and turn her face up towards his own so he could kiss her gently.
"I love you, beautiful. Together we can face anything - even turbulence," he added with a chuckle.
She swiftly elbowed his ribs and glared at him in response. "I don't appreciate the mocking, Basstard."
He pulled her in for another kiss before tucking into the snack that had been prepared for them.
Once they received clearance from the captain, they decided to sleep away the rest of the flight to try and get ahead of their jet lag this time around. And so they did, cuddled together and holding onto one another tightly in a way that made it impossible for an observer to tell where one ended and the other began.
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As the plane finally landed, Blair reluctantly sighed and looked over at Chuck.
"Ready to return to reality?"
"Ready as I'll ever be. I'm already counting down the minutes until the gala. I'll send you the info tomorrow."
With that, Chuck and Blair shared one final parting kiss before they went their separate ways.